Cerealized

Cerealized

We stretch what is real

Until it fits the way we feel

If we don’t think it’s right

We’ll let it soak overnight

Where dreams of our wishes

Are full of strange dishes

Then, in the morning we awake

To find reality can’t be faked

So, it’s back to the top we go

We’re artists, didn’t you know?  

 

 

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28 thoughts on “Cerealized

  1. Your poem invites reflection on how reality interacts with our dreams. Taking reality as something stable and dreams as something fleeting, our goal should be to adjust our dreams and desires to be in harmony with reality. I guess that is very hard for artists to do.

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  2. “We’ll let it soak over night”, awesome! I’m having conifer cones for breakfast from now on. heh. Check out my latest if you would be so kind … need a writer as accomplished as you are to look it over. ~cheers~ 3y3wonder.wordpress.com

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  3. I found them at a park near where I live. I live within a temperate rain forest area, so pine cones are everywhere. These particular ones are still bit cold and wet. They open up wider when warm and dry. I wanted them to be in between open and closed. Thanks for asking.

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  4. Kind of right about the immersion. Words snap crackle and pop despite the fact that sometimes you just want a damn quiet breakfast. Ah, but no, throw down the spoon,and you’re driven to grab a pen. I like the quirkiness here. Thanks.

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